Mirror Mirror on the wall Wake up for my sake I've been waiting to know if i'm really any pretty after all I've been waiting all fall to know if i really have to be this fake
Do i have to get lip injections Just to look like Kylie Do I have to get hair extensions So i can look just like a Barbie
This is tiring ! Do i have to do this just to be appreciated ? This crap is time consuming But yet i don't have a choice , i want to fit in rather than being humiliated
It took me years to understand but i think i get it
Pretty* is .. a carrot a day or nothing a day Being *beautiful is ... getting that perfect figure by wearing a waist trainer overnight It is being on the surgery table to make *at least 20 kg vanish in a day I can't breathe with this thing on but that doesn't matter , some squished up organs won't doing any harm right ?
i am already empty inside i have no soul so some rib extractions won't make a difference i have no soul because i just follow the crowd i want the boys to notice me more ha ha and that is definitely supposed to make my parents proud
I think i understand what being perfect and pretty is now . No pain no gain right ? To be loved and appreciated i must make changes , drastic changes. for the better right ?
I must have curves but a flat tummy I must have a thigh gap but still just enough meat so i can be "yummy" or "hot" I must have the perfect nose and ***** but not something that is too fake I must be smart but yet have enough time to look after myself , do my makeup to look pretty for him or look presentable enough
But no presentable isn't knee length skirts and average tops its tight short skirts and crop tops , things that show off my body , things that show off "their woman" .
So to sum it up to be loved and appreciated , to get attention and to feel important to someone . To be accepted i must change I must do so much but yet at the end of the day it is the men that excited that they got "laid" and that should make me proud , should i be happy that i at least fit in the range ?
I can forget about school and good jobs cause all i need and want are boys and **** jobs. All i need are my best friends , the diet pills and all those military diet fitness drills.
cause that would make me happy , that would make me feel accepted and wanted. So i ask again Mirror are you proud of me ? Am i pretty now ? Am i perfect now ? Can I finally be loved now ? Can i finally be "happy" now ?
I wrote this poem out of nowhere ... i was having a discussion with some of my friends and they were all complaining how their ***** were too big or small and how pretty some model is and how they wish they were that pretty . I realized how bad some girl's self esteems are these days and how they need make up to feel confident or comfortable around people . Hope you like it ! xo - Miss M